THE TRAVELLING MUSICIANS An honest farmer had once an ass that had been a faithful servant to him a GREat many years， but was now growing old and every day more and more unfit for work.

His master therefore was tired of keeping him and began to think of putting an end to him； but the ass， who saw that some mischief was in the wind， took himself slyly off， and began his journey towards the great city， 'For there，' thought he， 'I may turn musician.

After he had travelled a little way， he spied a dog lying by the roadside and panting as if he were tired.

'What makes you pant so， my friend？

' said the ass.

'Alas！

' said the dog， 'my master was going to knock me on the head， because I am old and weak， and can no longer make myself useful to him in hunting； so I ran away； but what can I do to earn my livelihood？

' 'Hark ye！

' said the ass， 'I am going to the GREat city to turn musician： suppose you go with me， and try what you can do in the same way？

' The dog said he was willing， and they jogged on together.

they had not gone far before they saw a cat sitting in the middle of the road and making a most rueful face.

'Pray， my good lady，' said the ass， 'what's the matter with you？

You look quite out of spirits！

' 'Ah， me！

' said the cat， 'how can one be in good spirits when one's life is in danger？

Because I am beginning to grow old， and had rather lie at my ease by the fire than run about the house after the mice， my mistress laid hold of me， and was going to drown me； and though I have been lucky enough to get away from her， I do not know what I am to live upon.

' 'Oh，' said the ass， 'by all means go with us to the GREat city； you are a good night singer， and may make your fortune as a musician.

' The cat was pleased with the thought， and joined the party.

Soon afterwards， as they were passing by a farmyard， they saw a cock perched upon a gate， and screaming out with all his might and main.

'Bravo！

' said the ass； 'upon my word， you make a famous noise； pray what is all this about？

' 'Why，' said the cock， 'I was just now saying that we should have fine weather for our washing-day， and yet my mistress and the cook don't thank me for my pains， but threaten to cut off my head tomorrow， and make broth of me for the guests that are coming on Sunday！

' 'Heaven forbid！

' said the ass， 'come with us Master Chanticleer； it will be better， at any rate， than staying here to have your head cut off！

Besides， who knows？

If we care to sing in tune， we may get up some kind of a concert； so come along with us.

' 'With all my heart，' said the cock： so they all four went on jollily together.

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